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Hi Guys,

I am doing Movember this year! And I will look awful, but it is for a good cause.

Please donate at: http://mobro.co/rhettholt

It's Movember and time to focus on men's health. To show my commitment, I'm donating my face to the cause by growing a moustache for the entire month of November, and need your support. My Mo will spark conversations, and no doubt generate some laughs; all in the name of raising vital awareness and funds for prostate cancer and male mental health.

Why am I so passionate about men's health?
*1 in 9 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer in their lifetime
*This year 20,000 new cases of the disease will be diagnosed
*1 in 8 men will experience depression in their lifetime

I'm asking you to support my Movember efforts by making a donation by either:
*Donating online at: http://mobro.co/rhettholt
*Writing a cheque payable to 'Movember,' referencing my Registration ID: 3000873 and mailing it to: Movember, PO Box 60, East Melbourne, VIC, 8002

Funds raised will help make a tangible difference to the lives of others. Through the Movember Foundation and its men's health partners, the Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia and beyondblue: the national depression and anxiety initiative, they are funding world class research, educational and support programs which would otherwise not be possible.

If you'd like to find out more about the type of work you'd be helping to fund by supporting Movember, take a look at the Programs We Fund section on the Movember website: http://au.movember.com/about/funding-overview/

Thank you in advance for supporting my efforts to change the face of men's health. All donations over $2 are tax deductible.

Rhett 
Please donate at: http://mobro.co/rhettholt

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Part ii Sneak Peak link for download

Very late, and like pulling teeth to get this unedited version out. But here are the first three chapters of part two: Part 2 PDF

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Weekly Log

Sitting around an empty house. Cleaning to procrastinate. I went to my computer. As it opened safari, a black apple announced the death of Steve Jobs. The feelings that it brought up were bizarre. Even-though I never met the man. His life in relation to mine ran through my mind:

Grade 1- the 8-inch original floppy disk Apple; each student was allocated to for one hour per week
Grade 4 - the the all-in-one Apple Macintosh my father brought for us to do "neat" assignments for school
Grade 5 - Forest Gump buying shares in a fruit company
Grade 8 - the Mac lab at school for computer music
University - my first laptop, now framed, the sleek metal finish of the original macbook I brought and framed it after I killed the harddrive
Now - the system I champion in rants and am unhealthily addicted to using

Ahh the brilliance of lifetime enmeshment in product placement and marketing. I admit I am completely brainwashed. And am happy about it.

On a normal note, the last week has been huge. The fog of spring has kept me near locked in my bedroom. After just getting my job back, I may be fired for not being able to leave my new husband. I don't think the disability act recognises spring fever. I have gotten to the point where I cannot look at him before I leave. I wake, keeping my eyes closed tight, and fumble my way into the bathroom; collecting mismatching clothes on the way. After locking the door - fat chance it will stop him if he wakes up - I shower and dress and try to leave. I make my breakfast, dreading and secretly hoping that hands will appear around my waist, and run to the car breathing through my mouth. So far I have made it out once before 9:00.

Nothing happens at work; nothing of note. I work. Typing brief after brief on historical inaccuracies. I figure when somebody writes about today they will note that a large-scale fruit dealer died of causes unknown, and for some reason technology shares fluctuated.

I just want to be at home. So much so that I keep smelling the sandwich wrapper that Elliot touched while making my lunch.

Weekly log

It has been over a month since I have captured my thoughts. Reading over my last log feels like looking into a crystal ball at somebody else's life.

I am not going to review the last month. If that was at all possible it would take a book of biblical length. But this last week has been bliss.

As if waiting for me on Monday morning, I got a phone call to start back at work. Apparently their expeditions had not been as 'fruitful' without my advice. The double entendre made me laugh out loud. And the fact that "not as fruitful" meant that they found absolutely nothing, helped me to double my salary. With a second mouth to feed now in permanent residence, it is justified. Especially a mouth attached to a feeding machine; I spend $200 a day on groceries,

Returning to life after the last month has not been easy. Elliot called it 'cartoonification'; the phenomenon where the everyday world seems simple and petty, but it can make you laugh when you realise you are a part of the action. People at work / around work, don't recognise me at first. Seeing teeth in my mouth is the general reason given. I have been asked if I am related to "this guy that used to work at the museum". I have been blatantly pronounced a liar when I give my name. I have been ignored by my staff at work. It seems that I have changed a lot.

Sleep is getting easier again. Spring usually brings out my energy and I don't need as much sleep to function. Not this year. Spring has brought with it energy, but it is being used, and I am sleeping like a log.

My parents and new extended family have brought with them some answers, but mostly taxes on my down-time. My progression from content social outcast to discontent-but-still-comming-so-should-just-be-happy-about-it incast, is a change I didn't ever consider as part of the wedding deal. But since eight hours of separation a day for work is already too much, I seem to have a tolerance for it I never thought possible. It is strange how willing to bite your tongue you are when someone else's tongue whispers a countdown to leaving in your ear every five minutes.

Back in the saddle

As of today, a new world starts again.

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Tack is in hospital for the next few weeks. Please follow twitter (@tack_black) or facebook (www.facebook.com/thedisneybook) for updates. Logs will start again the second Tack is able.